Truth has teeth.
Witching Hour #1: like Pandora, I uncovered the box; like Maurice, I found the diary. And now, I tremble.
Dear Reader,
I have been “wandering through the world of absence”, as a person dear to me tends to say, during these first weeks of January, and I’m sorry for leaving you in the fog.
I can assure you that starting the year with a bang was my number one intent, the mission I set for this newsletter. And it still is, it’s just going to start a little later than intended.
I’m writing to you now because I feel I’ve been silent for far too long. Yet, in that silence, I wasn't alone. I was being haunted by the same restless spirits that populate the pages we love.
Take Pandora, for instance, tempted to open that fatal box. And once she does...no force on earth can hold its power back. Or Heathcliff, haunted by Cathy’s spirit, desperate…yet unable to let go, actually invoking her to haunt him again and again?
Well, that’s more or less where I am right now.
I know, it sounds haunting and dramatic, but don’t worry...it’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.
I a…
